Across the street from our apartment there used to be a Conran’s: overpriced, understocked, with unfriendly personnel – when you could find someone working there at all. I avoided it all costs. So imagine my joy when Conran’s moved out and a sign went up announcing that T.J. Maxx was taking over the space. Pancake, Himself and I have spent a lot of time looking in the windows (well, that would be me and Himself….Pancake just sees it as a one of her poop spots), talking about all the great things we’re going to buy there. Himself has not been to a T.J. Maxx but I have, enough to assure him that we will no longer have to walk ALL THE WAY (ie, 2 avenues and 3 blocks) to Daffy’s to buy undies, socks, gloves, and the odd pair of pants.
I happily noted that it was opening today and planned to go in between Pancake’s third and fourth walks of the day, when she gives Himself and I a few hours off to take showers and plan her Sunday night entertainments. At about 1pm, Himself called me over the window. “You will not believe this,” he said. I looked out, and there it was – a line of people waiting to get into the new T.J. Maxx! What the frigg? I thought to myself. I understand wanting to buy a great fall bag at a good price – but this is ridiculous! And I get the excitement over shopping; this is the city that houses Bergdorf and Cartier, after all. But T.J. Maxx? Yes, it’s fun and I look forward to going there. But I wouldn’t wait on line to walk in.
Now it’s 4pm. If the line is gone at 6, I’m running over.